Fujiko swallowed nervously. "I know you're after more than fame. I'm just not doing anything with the rest." She backed up, leaning against a bookshelf accidentally. "And you already know Mello, I'm scared of many things. Why should you be excluded?" Just because she primarily killed and hunted mafia men in the past didn't mean they ever stopped scaring her. "I'm not looking to understand everything you want. And if you think you know all that I'm searching for in life? Then you underestimated me. But I'm fine with that." Hell she didn't know everything she wanted from life. She mostly preferred to make it up as it unraveled and get away with what she could. "And yes, I do need you to know I won't hurt you. Because I don't want to get hurt myself. I'm not interfering." Pride was something a girl like her lost a long time ago and admitting she was terrified when it got her in the right direction? Easy enough to do so long as she was sure it wouldn't get hurt her more hurt. And in this case, she suspected Mello preferred her scared of him.